Tif Fussell :: Portland, OR :: August 2018 Hello world! If you are wondering what it takes for me to finally (finally!) get focused and begin sharing some of my scribbles and thoughts again– you can look to these eight women whose encouraging comments on facebook got me wanting to show up and stay connected… [Read More]
taking it slow
the undefended heart
borage in my garden Last night it took a long while to clear my mind well enough to fall asleep. I am a skilled meditator and have a good practice of keeping myself grounded, but dear god— I was taken to the very edge last night as the specific horrors of what the US government… [Read More]
reflections
Gah. What the what. Fourth Saturday in March 2018, what? Where do my wonderful intentions disappear to? I’m thinking I really had no idea how long it would take for me to rest, reground and recenter. And although I am a big believer in Mary Oliver’s adage, “things take the time they take” there’s a… [Read More]
the colors of my world (this week)
Like a woman who goes to her lover’s room when he is not there, I go to the woods. Like a woman laying her hand on each of his possessions and loving him all the more, I walk in the trees and touch– pine cone, leaf, feather, husk. Always a longing to catch sight of… [Read More]
an ancient, long-buried gift*
Sometimes, things just line up in such a way you almost fall into the path you are supposed to be on. For me, this means I am taking the entire month of October off social media. That’s right– no Instagram, facebook or twitter. I’m even keeping my texts and emails down to very limited days… [Read More]